A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #4 Beauty Therapy - Task #2 - Ear Piercing:Write about something common. (The common thing is kids being competitive)

Writing Club February

Scamander's Case:3 - (action) flying

Word Count: 618

"I bet I can swing higher," Rose stated, running over and sitting on the swing. James followed her sitting in the one next to hers.

"No way! I can swing higher than anyone. I'm going to be a Quidditch player!" James announced. Rose rolled her dark eyes.

"You can't say things like that here, 'member? This is a public park?" Rose asked. James blinked.

"Right, sorry. I'm going to be an airplane!" he yelled, pushing off and starting to swing. Rose quickly joined him, pumping her small legs to get higher. The park was relatively close to both the Potters' and Snapes' homes, and there had been many times where the pair had been here with their parents. Today, they'd decided to sneak out and go by themselves.

"Look at how high I am," James announced. Rose glanced over. He was swinging higher than her. She growled. She was not going to be outdone by James, not at this. He was already better at flying and finding ways to get into trouble. She couldn't let him beat her at one more thing. She scrunched her face in determination and pumped her legs harder. She felt the strap of her shoe loosening, but ignored it. As she threw her legs forward, her left shoe flew off and landed with a soft 'thud' on the ground a few feet from them.

"You lost your shoe!" James laughed. Rose ignored him, she was almost higher than him. Soon, she had passed him, only she hadn't realized just how high he was. Her eyes happened to glance down at the ground. Everything was little specks, including her missing shoe.

"I think this is high enough," she said. "I win."

"No way! Hey, do you think I can get the swing to wrap around the bar?"

"No!" Rose yelled. Her heart pounding as she tried to slow down some. She had never been afraid of heights before, but right now, she was afraid. The swing jerked a little beneath her and her hand started to slip from the chain. She was in midair when she lost her grip and went flying.

"Rose!" James yelled, jumping from his swing, landing on his feet and running beneath her. Rose's eyes were wide in terror as she fell. She closed her eyes waiting for impact. When she didn't feel the ground rush up to hit her, she blinked her eyes open. She was hovering, a few inches from the ground, not enough for Muggles to notice. James had his hands out, as if holding her up. She gently stood up, nearly crying in relief.

"I've got you," James stated. "I don't know how, but I got you," he said, throwing his arms around Rose and giving her a huge hug.

"You did have me. We should get home before they start looking for us."

"Yeah, and um, Rose, can we not tell them about this? I mean, using you know and everything?" James asked.

"Obviously," Rose replied in a perfect imitation of her father. James laughed. "You just don't want them to know I beat you at swinging," she added as she started running towards home.

"You didn't beat me!" James called, running after her.

"Did so, and I'm going to beat you home," she answered, laughing as James easily caught up with her. They tied reaching the Potters' porch.

"Next time," Rose promised, giving James a smirk.

"Yeah, right! Hey, think Albus ate all the biscuits?"

"Only one way to find out." With that, the pair rushed inside the Potters' house to see if Albus had left them any biscuits, or if Lily still had half a candy bar hidden under the dining room table.